Author(s)' Note: This is a collab between me and a friend, but they aren't really a part of the group of friends I used to work with to make these sorts of collabs. I did however get permission from them to post it here.
Five Days of Glory
By Noelle F.
First day was innocent, a flower has just bloomed
Its sixteen little petals unprepared for the incoming doom.
A flash of light appeared, then rain started to pour
And yet, on the second day it didn't expect more.
...
Second day had tougher rains, tougher than before
Tough enough to blow away and strike one more.
One floated to the heavens, never seen again.
The other to the chicken coop, to be pecked by hens.
Another rain might happen, nobody knows when
But after that rain has showered, the flower's slightly bent.
...
Day number three was even worse, that day two more petals left
One flew away to the graveyard, where many people wept.
The other to the dustbin, for which a truck was coming for.
Day number three was done, though they must expect more.
...
The most torrential rain happened on day four
During which two petals were carried away
And when they thought it was over
The lightning hit one more.
But the final six were covered in ash
And yes, they expect more.
...
And in the night, one more fell
Its bond too weak to persist
When morning came
There were five left, still covered in soot.
A child came, and plucked it by the roots.
The five were free to ride the winds
To the mysterious unknown.
...
The flower died, and one more grown
Not knowing the first one which is unknown
A child had tried to make it torn
Only to be pricked by its thorns.
...
Marked by the blood the flower thought it was tough
But alas, another storm
And boy, it was rough.